Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)(67)

And then he started spurting deep inside her ass. It vaguely occurred to him that he hadn’t used a condom this time. He couldn’t conjure any real regret. She belonged to him. She was his. His to use. Her body was his.

Mike slid a hand into her hair and supported her head as Cole bent her further forward as he rammed into her ass, shaking with the last of his release. Then finally he shuddered to a stop and remained locked inside her for a long moment.

When he finally pulled away, se**n slid from her ass and left a wet trail down the inside of her leg. He viewed the result with deep satisfaction.

Yeah, she was his. Marked. Possessed. Owned.

He gently separated her hands but kept hold as he guided them back around to her sides. He waited until he was sure she had her footing and then he took a step back.

“Turn around, Ren. Show them whose cum slides from your body and over your skin. Show them who’s marked you, who owns you.”

Slowly she did his bidding, turning so that her back was presented to Mike and C.J.

“Good girl.”

Then to Mike. “Take her below. Make sure she gets into the bathroom safely and wait outside in case she needs something. When she’s finished cleaning up, have her come back topside. This time, no swimsuit. I want her naked so I can see the marks on her ass.”

CHAPTER 29

Cole stripped down topside and pulled on a pair of swim trunks. C.J. had gone to prepare refreshment for Cole and Ren and now Cole just waited for Ren to return.

He hadn’t planned the scene as it had gone down. But he’d known in advance that Captain Mike was well used to observing such things. The man who owned the yacht was a hedonist at heart and more often than not, he had his latest submissive, aboard, f**king her six ways to Sunday.

While he doubted C.J. had ever participated or even observed for that matter, he wouldn’t doubt that Mike had joined in his fair share of sexual escapades. Or at the very least, he’d seen it all. C.J. had to be new or at least still green because he’d damn near come undone at the opportunity to touch Ren.

It was good to have friends with expensive toys and who employed staff who either looked the other way or were discreet above all else. With the salary that both Mike and C.J. received, it was doubtful they’d report a murder if it happened right in front of their noses.

Cole would have to remember to thank Jon again for the last-minute use of his yacht. It served its purpose well. It got Ren away from any potential run-in with Lucas and it isolated him and Ren from the rest of the world. A few days to live and love and do nothing more than enjoy each other would hopefully go a long way in cementing the fragile relationship that had begun repairing itself from the moment he and Ren had reunited.

His body leapt to life as soon as he saw the top of Ren’s dark head clear the top of the steps leading belowdeck. She climbed slowly up, her naked body gleaming in the sunlight. Her hair streamed over her shoulders, the ends lifting and blowing this way and that. She honest to God took his breath away.

Mike followed a discreet distance behind, carrying a tube of sunblock and two towels. Ren stopped in front of where Cole lounged in the deck chair, awaiting his next directive.

Damn, he was a lucky bastard. Ren fit him and his needs so perfectly. Never would he be able to find a woman who was so quietly content to give herself into his keeping.

“Turn around,” he said softly.

She did as he asked and turned until she faced away, her plump little ass still red and bearing the marks of his punishment. Damn if he didn’t want to pull her down and f**k her again until one of them couldn’t walk. Probably himself.

“Beautiful. Don’t you think so, Mike?”

“Yes, indeed,” Mike murmured.

Just then C.J. came bearing a wheeled cart with several trays, a bottle of wine and several bottles of water.

“Good timing,” Cole said in approval. “I’m sure Ren is hungry and thirsty as well. However, before I feed her, her needs must be met. She’ll need sunblock. I won’t have her burned. I’d like for the two of you to take care of the matter for me.”

C.J. visibly swallowed and Mike twisted the tube in his hand, his hungry gaze going to Ren. It was probably damn cruel to have the two men apply the sunblock since Cole had no intention of allowing them to f**k her, but Ren would enjoy it and this was all about Ren and no one else.

“Come lie down, darling. Face down first so they can get your back. Then you can roll over so they get your front.”

Ren took the lounger beside him and gracefully stretched out to lay on her stomach. He reached over to flip her hair up over her shoulder and then let his fingers wander down her back, just to let her know he was near and watching. Always watching, always protecting.

Then he motioned for Mike and C.J. to do the job.

Mike pointed C.J. to Ren’s other side and then took position opposite C.J.

“Don’t get in a hurry,” Mike instructed C.J. “And be mindful of her welts.”

Cole smiled. Yep. Total conquest.

“Very good,” he said approvingly. “I want Ren to enjoy this. Make sure she does.”

Ren sucked in her breath the moment the unfamiliar hands began to glide over her flesh. Even knowing where each man was positioned, it was easy to know whose hands were whose. Mike was more …knowledgeable. That was the word she searched for. He was patient. Didn’t get in a hurry. He seemed to know exactly how to touch a woman.